Blood's Pride (Shattered Kingdoms) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Evie Manieri
them for it, they’d stop doing it.> Ongen watched the Shadari girl set the basket down against the wall and move noiselessly to retrieve one full of soiled laundry closer to his cot.
Daem suggested.
said Ongen. His silver eyes – too small for his heavy, square face – followed the slave towards the door.
said Ingeld.
Ingeld replied suggestively.
asked Daem.
Rho got up to retrieve his sword; the bickering was beginning to weary him, and it reminded him too much of his brothers.
Daem asked him.
sneered Ongen.
<
Lady
Isa’s Naming Day is tomorrow, and I’ve been helping her prepare> Rho replied, making sure that Ongen felt the full force of his displeasure.
asked Daem.
said Ingeld.
Rho’s own weapon somehow felt heavier than usual as he lifted it up – it was a family sword, ancient and ungainly, with a huge uncut gem like a bird’s egg set in the cross – and settled the scabbard over his shoulders. His four elder brothers had all passed it over in favour of new imperial blades, and he remembered the diligence with which he’d practised wielding it for his own Naming Day. When the day came, his eldestbrother Gavin had shown up so drunk he could barely stand, and the whole ceremony had turned into a joke. His brothers had been furious with him when they’d sobered up and found he’d named it Fortune’s Blight.
mused Daem.
Ingeld complained.
said Rho.
He stopped short when he sensed Falkar coming down the hall with an urgency that was hard to ignore. The others felt it too, turning towards the doorway just before the lieutenant – armed, and in full uniform – pushed the curtain aside.
asked Ingeld, bolting up and practically humming with eagerness.
said Falkar shortly, and left the way he’d come. The instant he was gone, all three of his roommates barraged Rho with questions.
said Ongen, flopping back down onto his cot. The wooden legs of the simple frame creaked under his weight.
As usual, Ongen didn’t get the joke.
Rho got up to retrieve his sword; the bickering was beginning to weary him, and it reminded him too much of his brothers.
sneered Ongen.
<
Lady
Isa’s Naming Day is tomorrow, and I’ve been helping her prepare> Rho replied, making sure that Ongen felt the full force of his displeasure.
Rho’s own weapon somehow felt heavier than usual as he lifted it up – it was a family sword, ancient and ungainly, with a huge uncut gem like a bird’s egg set in the cross – and settled the scabbard over his shoulders. His four elder brothers had all passed it over in favour of new imperial blades, and he remembered the diligence with which he’d practised wielding it for his own Naming Day. When the day came, his eldestbrother Gavin had shown up so drunk he could barely stand, and the whole ceremony had turned into a joke. His brothers had been furious with him when they’d sobered up and found he’d named it Fortune’s Blight.
mused Daem.
Ingeld complained.
He stopped short when he sensed Falkar coming down the hall with an urgency that was hard to ignore. The others felt it too, turning towards the doorway just before the lieutenant – armed, and in full uniform – pushed the curtain aside.
As usual, Ongen didn’t get the joke.
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